The Island Of Siliang Novels & Stories

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

She sighed, closing the magazine and holding it to her chest, allowing herself a brief moment of longing before tucking it away, along with the memories it had stirred. Pampanga is a province in Central Luzon, famously known as the Culinary Capital of the Philippines. Its rich culinary heritage, passed down through generations, is celebrated not just locally but across the country. For Isla, the mention of Pampanga always brought a sense of pride and nostalgia. It was her home, the place where her dreams were born and where her story with Vincent began. Seeing Vincent in the magazine reminded her of how deeply their shared roots were tied to this province, where food was more than just suste

They left the place at exactly twelve noon and rode a private jet to Siargao, a beautiful tear drop shaped island in the Philippine Sea. Looking at its scenery from the sky, Anya felt an awe. She already loved the place, especially the white sand and the blue beaches. She loved it even more when she saw its entirety when they came down. After checking into a hotel the two quickly headed to the beach. They were on the sun loungers facing the enigmatic beauty of the island. "Nice!" Anya said while observing the place. "You're more beautiful," Andrius whispered while hugging his wife. Yes! Finally, Anya was already his wife. No one could take her away from him.

Nevertheless, She pointed to a small, heart-shaped island in the distance and asked if it was real. The appearance is reminiscent of a postcard. Nathaniel smirked at her with excitement. "It's authentic.That's Mokoliʻi Island. It is also known as Chinaman's Hat by many people.” Madeline chuckled. "What a strange name for this lovely location." Then the words continued. “Yes, that is my understanding. But I don't think it would be a perfect name to make people fall in love with beauty."

She said that she is going to collect it. "If you want to relax, just tell me. We can go to the beach. I know a beautiful island! It is not very popular but that is a good thing. I am sure that you will be able to relax there because people were very few. We went to Belleza Eterna last week but we just stayed there for three days so I am really not satisfied. It is just too far. It is situated in the northwest portion of Samar Island. But if you will be from Conlabefio, it will be nearer." Ma'am Chaundria smiled at me. I would love to but I think I do not have enough time for that.

“Well if you want to be somewhere secluded, Bicol would be nice. Or sa Mindoro! I’ve been there once and the white beaches in Puerto Galera is astonishing. Hindi rin crowded ang place.” Napatango ako. “I’ll do my research once I got my father’s approval regarding this matter. Anyway, do you have somewhere you wanna go in to? Sulitin mo na habang free at unemployed pa ako.” Raia laughed softly, her eyes still a bit puffy from all the crying she did earlier. “Wala naman, ikaw ba?” “Yes, in my bed.” We parted ways after that.

It was a good thing that I was awaken with another wave of nausea, because I get to witness this beautiful scene in front of me. I smiled as I slowly caressed my tummy. I am now alone, in this beautiful Island of Siargao. Yes. I am back in the Philippines, and I decided to live here in Siargao for the meantime. I love it here. It has been two weeks since I arrived here and the people around are very welcoming. They embraced like I have been long part of their lives. They didn't even made me feel like I don't belong in their crowd, because they are all very friendly and kind.

"T-the stone fishes! The stone fishes attacked us!" "What?" Santi knitted his brows. Stonefish attacked? How come? "Why did the stone fish attack you?" "I-I don't know… Their habitats were on the boundary of the continent's array and the outside sea. But somehow, they were on between Mori Island and Likar Island." Santi frowned deeper. Mori and Likar Island? It was two islands away from where they were and twelve islands away from the boundary. How come they suddenly appeared there?

I looked back at him and he wasn't even looking at me. "Isla," I said. He looked at me. "Isla? Is that even a name? How do you spell it?" "I-S-L-A," I replied. “If that’s the spelling, it should be pronounced as EES-lah.” I shook my head. “No. It’s pronounced as EYE-lah. Just like when you say the word island.” “Oh… I see. Was it inspired from the island word?” He asked again. “Yes. I’m from the Philippines and my country has 7,107 islands. And my name means devoted to God,” I explained to him.

Marisol was a former high school schoolmate and now the mayor’s secretary on their island. “Thank you,” she replied, taking the phone. She held the phone to her ear and spoke, “Hello, ma'am." Why did you call?” “Did you hear about the recent clash between the military and the NPA in Taason?” Marisol asked. Taason referred to the elevated areas of their island, often rumoured to be a New Peoples Army stronghold. Besides the waters surrounding the island, Caramoan was enveloped by towering, rocky mountains, making it basin-like. The mountains surrounded the central barangays, sloping downwards, with the Hotel de Astin situated on the island's lower edge. It was several kilometers away from the